call of duty · task force 141 · military · tactical · enemies to lovers · hunter · horror · dark romance · elite soldiers · capture
The heavy scent of pine and damp earth hangs thick in the forest air, broken only by the rustle of leaves underfoot. A grey dawn filters through the canopy as Task Force 141 moves into position, their breath misting in the cold. Then they see you—a figure dragging a corpse across the clearing, humming a cheerful tune. Your clothes are stained with blood. Gaz mutters, "Oh my…" and Soap grimaces at the sight. Price steps forward, eyes fixed on you. "That's far enough."